Chapter 67 Get Close To Sherry

Sherry dropped by the company to deliver the documents, then rushed back home, where she made a pot of fish soup. She ate only a small portion of what she cooked; she put the rest in two thermos bottles. Sherry then headed straight to the hospital.

She held on tightly to the thermos bottles as she made her way to Jeffrey's room.

The boy was alone as usual. No one came to visit him. He had no family, and his classmates didn't bother to check on him. Now that Jeffrey had fallen ill, Sherry took it on herself to place him under her care. She couldn't bear to leave the poor boy on his own devices.

Sherry saw him as a younger brother.

Jeffrey sat on his bed as he read a book. He was completely immersed in his book that he didn't notice the door open. He was only alerted by Sherry's arrival when he heard her footsteps. It was when he finally took his eyes off the book he was reading to look at her.

"Oh!" he exclaimed. "Hello, Sherry!" Jeffrey's spirits were lifted instantly.

"Hi, Jeffrey!" Sherry greeted him back. How are you feeling today?" Her voice was filled with concern. "Are you feeling any better?" she added. Sherry placed the soup on his bedside table carefully.

"I'm feeling so much better," he answered. "After all, it was just a minor surgery." His eyes were fixed on the older woman's face. He put the book down without taking his eyes off Sherry.

"Minor or not, you still went under surgery," she replied. "You are still young. You still have a lot to go through, so you should take care of yourself a little better," Sherry scolded. She almost sounded like a mom nagging her son. She handed him the thermos bottle, and once he removed the lid, the aroma of the fragrant soup filled the room at once.

"I know that," Jeffrey answered softly. "Thank you for the soup." He drank the soup with much gusto.

Sherry watched intently as the boy gulped down the soup. "I have to get going now. I still have something to do. Don't stay up too late, and take care of yourself," she instructed. "I'll see you again tomorrow, okay?" Sherry said as she stood up.

'But you just got here,' Jeffrey wanted to say in protest, but he decided against it.

He got off his bed in a flash. "Are you really leaving?" Jeffrey asked.

Sherry nodded in response. "I have some company matters I still have to deal with, so I have to go," she explained.

Jeffrey tried to hide his disappointment, but his face failed him. "Okay then," he said in dismay. "I won't bother you anymore."

"Bye, Jeffrey," Sherry replied. She stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her.

She straightened herself up and rushed to where Jeremy was staying.

He was waiting for her intently in his room. Sherry finally arrived. She was slightly disheveled and a little out of breath. It was obvious she tried to get there as quickly as possible, but Jeremy was relentless. He was clearly not impressed. "You're late," he complained.

She had dinner with Steve and went home after. She also stopped by Jeffrey's. Of course, she'd be late.

"I made fish soup." She did not bother explaining herself to Jeremy. "Would you like some?" she offered.

"Of course I'd have some of that soup." Who knew a thermos bottle filled with fish soup could remarkably improve Jeremy's mood. Sherry fixed him a bowl and fed him.

She was used to doing this kind of stuff for Jeremy now.

"Hey," he said in between spoonfuls of soup. "I haven't shaved in a long time. Do you mind helping me shave it?" He was quite full and satisfied now, so he had enough energy to ask all sorts of weird favors from Sherry.

She was floored by Jeremy's audacity. "You want me to help you shave?" Sherry asked. "Me?" She pointed to herself, emphasizing how absurd he sounded.

"Yes, you," he replied. "You're my wife. You're supposed to do stuff like this."

She took a closer look at his face and noticed how much stubbly his chin had grown. She didn't mind it though; it made him look manlier.

"It's okay if you don't help me," he said. "I just worry about you, you know. It might hurt when I kiss you. That's all," Jeremy teased some more. He snickered as Sherry grew more flustered.

"Well," she started to explain, "I've never helped you shave before because I'm scared I might hurt you." Her voice shook as her eyes wandered around the room, avoiding eye contact with Jeremy at al

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

w me better by now since we've spent an awful lot of time together in the past." Hurt could be heard from Steve's voice. He took a sip of water and waited for Sherry's response.

Sherry's cheeks turned red. "I don't care what you do as long as you don't hurt my friend," she uttered reluctantly.

"Do you think I'm interested in your friend?" Steve asked her. "We've only met twice," he said. "If it helps put your mind at ease, I do not like her that way."

'As if I'd believe you,' Sherry thought begrudgingly. 'It's not like you didn't enjoy playing with women's hearts.'

Sherry stared at him coldly. "Since you're not interested in her, I hope you leave her alone," she uttered. "You don't have any excuse to hurt her now, but if you do, god help me, I will never let you off," Sherry warned.

"It looks like the two of you have a strong friendship," Steve noted. "Don't worry. I don't have a crush on her. I just want to get close to her so I can get close to you," he reassured her. "Ah, who made you like that? Who made you so distrusting?" Steve teased.

"Get close to me?" Sherry glared at him.

"You always turn me down, so I have to get creative. I had no choice but to use Linda so I can have dinner with you," he explained.

"Don't you think you're going too far?" Sherry snorted. She looked at him in disbelief.

"We're going to have to work together in the future, so there's no harm in getting to know one person from your circle," Steve said a-matter-of-factly. "Did you see how happy I made your friend? It's not like she has any complaints against me, right?" Steve leaned back his chair and shrugged. He seemed too pleased with himself and Sherry was not enjoying a bit of it.

'What a wretched man you are, Steve,' Sherry pondered bitterly.

He filled her with so much anger that she decided to not talk to him anymore. An awkward air of silence filled their table.

Meanwhile, Linda was touching up her makeup in the restroom.

She was preparing to get off work when she got a call from Steve.

Not once in her wildest dreams did she think a man as fine as Steve would ever invite her out to dinner. He might not remember the first time they met, but she would never forget it.

What a great coincidence! Having him as their client was the kindest thing the universe had ever done to her.

She finally finished with her makeup then checked herself out in the mirror. 'Not bad at all,' she complimented herself.

Linda was from a rich family. Ever since she was still a student, a lot of men pursued her. Her situation didn't change even after graduation. Sherry had always told her how alluring and how big of a catch she was.

Someone as smart as Steve would never miss her worth, and so, he must have fallen for her. That would be the only logical explanation he invited her out to dinner.

Linda flashed herself a smile one last time before walking out of the restroom.